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Home alone for twenty minutes Taking apart stationary No pressure, just a clean swipe It’s sickeningly easy Simply crossing a barrier That was formerly invisible At 13 years old She says “I would never do that” It isn’t a happy release It doesn’t make her feel good Nor is it feeling Anything but numb It’s the hurting that she values Little red dotted lines Like ink on printer paper saying ‘Cut here’ With kiddie scissors Staining loo roll and tissues It’s all some sick damnation From herself to herself Why do you Look like this She can’t stand the sight of you
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
Punishment (Another Red Dotted Line)
Home alone for twenty minutes Taking apart stationary No pressure, just a clean swipe It’s sickeningly easy Simply crossing a barrier That was formerly invisible At 13 years old She says “I would never do that” It isn’t a happy release It doesn’t make her feel good Nor is it feeling Anything but numb It’s the hurting that she values Little red dotted lines Like ink on printer paper saying ‘Cut here’ With kiddie scissors Staining loo roll and tissues It’s all some sick damnation From herself to herself Why do you Look like this She can’t stand the sight of you
!Trigger warning for self harm!
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19/F/North Wales
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
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